Joy

"I thank my God every time I remember you…"

Whenever I look back on my trips to Hungary, I am overwhelmed with thankfulness. So much that I laugh. Every memory is laughable, the good, the bad, the beautiful.

thankful.

Love Poem to my Roommates, Part 1

A looks sharp in purple.

She speaks clear; she knows what she says.

G shares joy in all the flavors.

L has an opera house in her bedroom.

K listens strong,

always willing to accept a hug.

L is a hug.

T dances all day.

She exudes spunk.

G feeds the lionhearted.

This is how we breathe,

with strong words that echo His.

Julys Part 1

I’ve forgotten how to write things without fear. I’ve forgotten how to write without worrying about using a word like things.

My favorite season is January. My favorite things happened in Julys.

It is not about how the days were spent or what was said.

It is not about the temperature of the air

or what we ate.

It is how the napkins waited, how the water glasses sat empty.

It is how it wasn’t as hot as we expected it to be, how it rained, how the room smelled damp.

Sunsets and tea.

How we grew.

In July I lived.

Every action was measured.

                            meaningful.

Everyone knew it.

…………

These words mean more than their letters.

I know who I am.

Being a woman is always an honor.

…………

This is how I breathed.

I’m tired of pleasantries.

…………

Not to say it was paradise.

It wasn’t paradise.

It was

so

hard.

but you don’t shy away from the hard

because that’s where

it’s beautiful, full of
meaning, full of life.

Suddenly I've found a lot to say.

In Practicing the Presence of People, Mike Mason writes that love, if we let it, would topple the world’s systems. The stock market would crash. Governments would be overwhelmed. Mike asks the reader, isn’t that what we’re afraid of? Our own little worlds falling down around us? But, he says, “the destruction of the world by love is the goal of the gospel. The gospel is a license to love” (Mason, 40). He explains that there is one law: to love. The gospel gives us permission to love in a way the world finds foolish. And then he challenges the reader to stop wondering how to love, and just do it. Ephesians 5:2, live a life of love. On page 38 he suggests that maybe we do not believe a love like this is actually allowed. To make our lives fully centered around love would be unrealistic and inefficient.

What would it look like to fully give in to love?

What would it actually look like to live a life of love?

What would change?

This is what encouragement looks like (sometimes).

I woke up to a level two snow emergency which meant that church was cancelled, both my usual gathering and the one I was going to go to in case mine was cancelled.

I found my roommate L in the kitchen and I asked if we could have church at the Ridge House today because Jesus followers all over the world are killed because the refuse to stop meeting, and I love having people over for that sort of thing.

Here are all of the wonderful things that happened.

We sent the word out on facebook. My friend J messaged me offering his help. He came over early and brought extra bibles, tea, a coffee pot, and pomegranates.

We lit a candle, K made cinnamon rolls, we turned on all the lights.

We moved the couch up against the wall/my bedroom door so that the room was more open.

We all sat/stood around in a circle. L lead worship and then J taught/led a discussion on Ephesians 2:1-10. Then we split into small groups and prayed for the persecuted church. Then we sang more.

Some people shared about grace, about their own experiences with it.

It was good, raw, honest, bold.

We sang more. Amber got excited, made us all stand up, and made us SHOUT when the lyrics said SHOUT. 

We had tea, cinnamon rolls, oranges, donuts, coffee, and pomegranates. People contributed, unasked.

The invitation went out in facebook posts and text messages. People were encouraged to walk, and they did. They bundled up, and came. They squished into small spaces on the couches. R gave up his seat in a nice chair- and she took the offer. That was beautiful to me, that she would take his offer. So he stood in the kitchen.

Two of the men shoveled our steps and the driveway, unasked. Service.

We passed around the pomegranate in bowls and picked out individual seeds.

Everyone had a role. There were twenty-five of us at our fullest moment, and each of us had a role. It went beyond who sang, and who shared. We each lifted our voices or our hearts to God in prayer for our sisters and brothers. Some brought food, some brought their open hands, some brought prayer, some brought enthusiasm, honesty, and some brought simply their souls. But everyone was useful. We piled coats on the stairs and boots by the doors and the temperature in our small house rose to seventy-one degrees!

We met together and it was encouraging. We met together and prayed and sang and listened. We met together like our brothers and sisters all around the world. I didn’t have to traipse through the snow to get to my house, but I imagine it was worth it. I hope it was worth it.

And I have to say, having men in the house was really refreshing. They brought wisdom and a different perspective, affirmation and strengthening encouragement. 

The church is supposed to strengthen and build each other up and oh golly I feel so built up today. And I feel like  my gifts were used, and others gifts were used. 

Today was a beautiful taste of what the Church is made to be. 

I'm coming.

Put me in the fight.

I’ll staple papers, lick stamps,

teach, bring food and tea,

whatever you need, Jesus.

Put me in the fight. Set a spot for me.

Save me a seat.
I’m coming.

(The last line is somehow always disconnected even though I don't mean it to be.)

Jesus Calling: For Reals

Tonight, Jesus called. We ran out of this house, literally. We left all the lights on, left New Girl playing on the TV. Usually (always) I make sure to turn off the lights. But not tonight. We were so excited. We literally jumped up, grabbed our boots, and ran out to the car.

I like that. I wonder if that’s a millionth of a fraction of the way the first disciples felt when Jesus told them to follow him. Leave everything, and go. Because you’re so excited about what God is doing, because you get to join Him, because He’s invited you! um, woah.

Tonight was a crazy-happenstance-God-thing, super exciting and very encouraging!